When is a Mine the Side of a Lake?

We set off, one gray Montpelier morning, to go to P*****ville for out annual honey purchase.


Maple leaves, drizzlestuck, on the predeparture windshield.

After getting our year’s honey, supply, we went through Maple Corner, home of a stone truck scuplture. Serendipity took us to the local postofficedeligrocerystoreliquorstorebarandperformancespace, where we bought some sandwiches. Vittles at hand, we headed north, up a little valley, enjoying the last splashes of leaf colors on a gray and drizzly day.


We were on the hunt. For a good place to stop to eat our sandwiches.

We found a place. A lake, with a State boat launching ramp, whose parking lot went right to the water’s edge.

We sat, ate, and enjoyed the grayday lake.


On which swam a loon.


I got out the camera, and photographed for a while.

There were lakeside cabins strung out along the shore.


Lakeside cabins, Vermont. To be seen are kayak collections, assemblages of adirondack chairs, the old canoe, a wagon wheel and an ox yoke.

Each cabin looked like it might have some stories to tell. The lake was wide, and far details were hard to pick out. I put the camera into telephoto range. I was taking samples — prospecting, with the intent to study the samples later. There were surely unseen items of interest — fossils, perhaps, or even a precious stone or two.


Lakeside cabin, Vermont. I wondered why it was so high above the shore. Looking later, I saw that the hillside is very steep. Can you find the stairs they have to access the water?

There were more stairs.


Laskeside cabin, Vermont. Not yet done with the season. The outboard motor is still on the boat, the canoe is still ready for a nice-day paddle. Looks like they reshingled sometime in the last year or two.

So many cabins.


Old-cabin simplicity. Cared-for, but low-budget. Note use of recycled barrels for dock flotation. Their canoe is stowed away for the season.

So many stairs.


On the far side of the road that circles around the pond, another small-budget cabin. T-111 plywood sheathing. Sloping land gives you lots of storage underneath, but you need plenty of stair to get to ground from the deck. An awning over the sliding doors, for those sunny days. Or those rainy ones.

Some cabins are grand, multi-level.


On the left, three levels of capacious, carefully painted cabin.

More new shingles.


New shingles. And a minor mystery. The kayak on the roof. Why?

Interesting details.


In the yard there appears to be a dock that has been brought in for the winter. A dock with wheels, to make it easier to put in and take out each year. Clever.

There is something very pleasing about this little cabin.


Board-and-batten sheatheded cabin with a lean-to addition, probably a bedroom. Nice, shiny new metal chimney for the heating stove. Another recycled-barrel dock. Chairs in the yard. What’s that little white thing?

Some people like to stick out.

Some people like to blend in.


This cabin is owned by blenders, not sticker-outers.

The loon came up for another breath, and another look around.



On the far shore was a bit of motion, chimney smoke, rising and drifting sideways in the damp air.


Somebody’s home. Exuberant pink and green on an old, metal-roofed cabin.

The sandwiches were gone. It was time for us to be gone, too.

So we went on, and it was a beautiful day of wandering.

Today was the day to “mine” the lakeside pictures.

I hope you enjoyed the finds.


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